Lyrics:
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
Stacey dash
Type
Clueless
Legally blonde
Reese witherspoonie
Buying bourke
Without the dooney
Singing tunes
Sounding looney
Love letters
Wrote by
side[00:31.24]I just felt so alive[00:34.31]On a blue moonlight drive[00:45.24]Darling you send me[00:49.24]Playing on the radio[00:53.95]Close my eyes and we're
Got no Rudolph, no sleigh
Got no reindeer to guide me
The radio plays Jingle Bells and George Michael
What no one can see
I'm happy as I can be
Sister, won't you listen?
I don't wanna love the one who lies
And I can hear him whisper
'Bout the things you did in days gone by
Such
I WAS DRIVING DOWNTOWN TODAY AND THE RADIO PLAYED GLORY DAYS AND IT TOOK ME BACK IN TIME OUR SENIOR YEAR WE WERE CUTTING CLASS YOUR LOVE WAS SWEET MY
ani dostat nový auto
Všеchno co dělám je lit
Já nevyhlásim bankrot
Nehrajе tě rádio, měl bys to omezit
Ty sprostý slova jsou moc, nebudou love z osy
It's that
It's that
Northwest classic
Amharic accented
Slanging them cassettes since the days of the mix-tape
Raised in the 80's late
When crack
learn?
[SOLO]
I'm breaking out
With my new skin
I'm breaking out
You don't let me begin (x4)
Are they gonna weed us out one by one? (x4)
wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?
They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude
If you don't love me, mane fuck you
Consequently, I dream half a dream
And when moon begin to glow
I half-caste human being
Cast half a shadow
Be afraid? Love more to make a visit than a poem?
Asshole By Nature
I see you motherfuckers just determined
To make a nigga get on y'all ass
Roach ass motherfuckers
I don't know what to do with
You
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
combination
Your blender loves to mix
yeah I run the committee
And I move large meaning I don’t mess with the pennies
(I don't)
I had to get by, roll up them coins
Now you only see me rolling
You know what makes me happy
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I found my indecision
The product of the media grime
And now I'm
to know, from a pocket radio
And it floats from the floor above; song she used to love
Reminds her of the time when she had any place to go
[Chorus]
Is
to love til there's nothing left
I can't recall who I said but you'd heard it before
Like a radio song
There was a flash on phone then the light on your
a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves at
Was only seven
Telling 'em "this is tonight's show", eating an appetizer
From the mix he made with the disassembled bodies
Suddenly I get reminded Scarecrow is who I
really different got faith in my plan
Got tired of this shit
I had to get out the mix
Kept trying put me in shit
Cuz I keep a fifth you know I extended
Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?
Nine9 made it
What is a dub to me, nigga?
You know I'm a thug on a nigga
You know I can't show no love
we aimed for his toupee
Dreads on my head now she's callin' me cutie
Baby girl stop, let me touch that coochie
I don't want love, let me grab on that
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